Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
The blood moon made of the black cloak soared increasingly higher. In mere moments, it reached the sky.
The pitch-black Demonic Qi shrouded the sky, making the blood moon appear indistinct amid the demonic fog. This made it hard for people to tell whether this was the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb or the Xuewu Dynasty’s boundless demonic region.
Before the first commotion of the succession race passed, another commotion started.
Everyone knew that most of the First Prince’s guests were of the Demonic Dao.
After all, while the matter of the imperial ancestral temple’s patriarchs working with the Demonic Dao faction to balance the Hidden Spirit Temple was a secret, there were still people who knew about it.
At the very least, the various feudal lords and Noble Clans’ powerhouses had an inkling.
If the weak Royal Court did not want to be controlled by others, they could only use a scheme to balance the other factions.
However, it looked like the imperial ancestral temple’s patriarchs had lost control. They had never had control over the people of the Demonic Dao in the first place.
A small change appeared in the expressions of the various feudal lords and Noble Clans’ powerhouses.
“Soaring Dragon Marquis, what do you think the situation is?” someone asked the Soaring Dragon Marquis. The succession race had already gone out of control. The various feudal lords all felt some unease. It seemed like the Royal Court had lost control of the situation long ago.
The Soaring Dragon Marquis frowned slightly and replied after some thought, “We should just wait and adapt to the situation. The Royal Court is where the dynasty’s Luck gathers. It has been here for more than one hundred thousand years already. Even if a Faux God were to come, he would not dare to be unruly.”
Although the Soaring Dragon Marquis said that, he still had a bad feeling, as the Yan Emperor had yet to make an appearance.
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Inside the palace in the clouds:
The Imperial Ancestor walked to a corner, and a pitch-black figure stood before him. Even though it was a projected imag
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